Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374

Buried Truths

ZADE

“How did things go with Simon?” Lyn asked, clearly desperate to change the subject.

“Productively,” I said, moving into the room and letting the door close behind Rivers and me. “We established some boundaries about

interfering with pack stability and threatening my mate. Also, I may have scandalized him with explicit details about our sex life.”

Lyn’s face went through several expressions-shock, embarrassment, amusement, and resignation. “You did what?”

“He called you a perversion and implied that violence against you was natural order,” I said, my voice hardening at the memory.

“So I made it very clear exactly how thoroughly we’ve ‘perverted’ every sacred space in pack territory. Figured if he wanted to clutch his pearls about us, he should have accurate information to be scandalized about.”

Lynn burst out laughing, the sound bright and genuine. “Oh my God, wish I’d been there to see his face.”

“It was purple,” Rivers supplied helpfully.

“Very purple. I thought he might actually have a stroke.”

“You’re insane,” Lyn said, but he was smiling now, some of his earlier tension easing.

“You can’t just traumatize elders with graphic sexual content.”

“Watch me,” I said, moving closer and pulling him into my arms. He resisted for exactly half a second before melting into the embrace, his

head finding its familiar spot against my shoulder.

“Anyone who threatens you or makes you feel like less than what you re deserves to be uncomfortable. And if that means giving them TMI

about our relationship, so be it.”

“You’re going to have a reputation,” Lyn murmured into my shirt.

“I already have a reputation,” I pointed out.

“Might as well earn it.”

Lynn was watching us with an expression that was equal parts affection and exasperation. “You two are disgustingly cute. It’s actually offensive how well you fit together.”

“Jealous?” I asked, grinning at her over Lyn’s head.

“Nauseated,” she corrected. “But also happy for you. Both of you. Even if Lyn is being an idiot about certain conversations he needs to have with you.”

Lyn stiffened in my arms, shooting his sister a look that was pure betrayal. Lynn just smiled innocently, clearly done with subtlety.

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“What conversations?” I asked, keeping my voice casual even though my heart was suddenly racing.

“Nothing,” Lyn said quickly. “Lynn’s just being Lynn. Stirring up trouble because she thinks it’s entertaining.”

“It is entertaining,” Lynn agreed. “But also necessary. Some conversations are scary but important, and avoiding them just makes them

scarier.”

I could feel Lyn’s tension, could practically hear him mentally cursing his sister for pushing him into territory he wasn’t ready for. Part of

me wanted to let it go, to give him time and space to approach whatever this was on his own terms. But another part-the part that had

overheard him talking about male pregnancy and fear and not knowing how I’d react-couldn’t just pretend ignorance.

“Lyn,” I said gently, “if there’s something you need to tell me, something you’re worried about… you know you can, right? Nothing you

could say would change how I feel about you.”

He was quiet for a long moment, his face still hidden against my shoulder. When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“Can we talk about it later? At home? Not here with an audience?”

“Of course,” I agreed immediately, even though curiosity and concern were eating me alive. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Lynn made a satisfied sound, like she’d accomplished exactly what she’d intended.

“Well, since we’ve established that my brother is an emotional disaster who needs to work on his communication skills, I should probably

get back to actual work. Patients to see, medical supplies to organize, all that boring stuff I was definitely doing before you interrupted.”

“Right,” I said dryly. “Very convincing.”

She flashed me a grin and headed for the door, pausing just long enough to squeeze Lyn’s shoulder in a gesture of sisterly support. “Love

you, dummy. Talk to your mate.”

“Love you too, traitor,” Lyn muttered, but there was no heat in it.

Rivers followed Lynn out, giving us privacy with a discretion I’d have remember to thank him for later. The door closed, leaving Lyn and

me alone in the suddenly very quiet hospital room.

“So,” I said, “any chance you want to give me a preview of this conversation we’re going to have later? Just so I can prepare appropriately?”

Lyn pulled back enough to look at me, his expression vulnerable and uncertain in a way that made my chest ache. “It’s about…

possibilities. About things I can do that most male werewolves can’t. Aboul whether those things would change how you see me or what you

want from our future.”

Understanding clicked into place, and I felt my heart rate spike for entirely different reasons. “Lyn, are you talking about-

“Later,” he interrupted, his hand coming up to cover my mouth gently Please. Let me figure out how to explain it properly first. Let me work up the courage to actually have this conversation without an audience or time pressure or any of the thousand other things making my anxiety spiral right now.”

I kissed his palm where it rested against my lips, then nodded. “Later. At home. Take all the time you need.”

“Thank you,” he breathed, relief obvious in every line of his body.

We stood there for another moment, just holding each other, finding comfort in proximity and touch and the knowledge that whatever complicated things we needed to discuss, we’d face them together.

But as soon as I got home, as soon as we’d had our conversation, I was absolutely calling Xenois. Because if I was about to learn what I thought I was about to learn, he needed to know that the tropical island backup plan was looking better and better.

Especially since dealing with ancient nightwalkers and political upheaval suddenly seemed less terrifying than the possibility of male pregnancy and all the biological impossibilities that apparently weren’t impossible when werewitches were involved.

One crisis at a time, I reminded myself.

One absolutely insane, reality-defying, tradition-shattering crisis at aime.